Extraterrestrials arrive
Enormous fleet
No point in negotiating
All they want is meat
Commencing the bombardement
These bastards play it rough
Transporting cadavers
To their ships above

Incoming death
Alien jets
Incoming death
They need to be fed!

Lurid sounds on burial grounds
Rising from the grave
Swarming out over the earth
Slaughtering in waves
Stumbling, rotten corpses
Feasting on human flesh
The undead butchering all
Those who are still fresh